Female President's Almighty King

The thunder strikes in an instant.

A fierce murderous intent burst out from the gun blade and hit Xiao Chen's heart as if it were real.

Click.

Even with Xiao Chen's protective qi, it couldn't withstand it and collapsed instantly.

Just as the tip of the gun broke through the protective qi and was about to tear Xiao Chen's skin, muscles and bones, his figure... suddenly disappeared.

When the Holy Son saw Xiao Chen disappear out of thin air, his face changed drastically.

His fatal attack just missed?

impossible!

Not to mention the younger generation, even the top giants would die on the spot if they were caught off guard!

What about people?

The Son of God subconsciously put away his gun, unable to hide his shock, and glanced around.

Swish.

Just as he put away his gun, Xiao Chen, who had just disappeared out of thin air, appeared again.

At the same time, a sharp sword intent enveloped the Holy Son.

"kill!"

With a loud shout, the bone knife burned with light blue flames and chopped down fiercely.

The terrifying murderous intent emanated from Xiao Chen and soared into the sky.

"not good!"

The Son of God's face changed again and he retreated violently.

However, how could Xiao Chen's fatal blow be avoided so easily?

Even if he wanted to block it with his gun, it would still be difficult to do so.

The sword energy broke through the Saint's protective aura and struck him.

"what!"

The Son of God cried out in pain, and a wound more than ten centimeters long appeared on his shoulder.

This is the case because his reaction is fast enough and his defense is strong enough, otherwise this knife would be enough to split him in half!

Blood spilled, the Son of God staggered back, and even the spear in his hand fell to the ground.

Xiao Chen would naturally not miss the opportunity to severely injure the Son of God, and followed him like a shadow.

He raised his sword and swung it down, wanting to deliver another thundering blow.

"Xiao Chen!"

The Son of God growled, and seeing that he could not dodge, he could only summon his folding fan to block in front of him.

The small folding fan instantly turned into more than one meter in length, like a shield, blocking the bone knife that was chopping down on it.

And he took the opportunity to retreat again, with a look of panic in his eyes.

After he steadied himself, he became a little angry and embarrassed. He was actually injured?

Not only was he injured, but at that moment he felt panicked and scared... In his opinion, this was a shame!

How could he, the Son of God, be panicked and afraid!

It's totally inappropriate for him to have such emotions!

"Hmm? Good stuff."

Xiao Chen attacked the fan several times but failed to break it, and his eyes showed surprise.

The next second, he slapped the folding fan with his left hand.

Swish.

The bone ring burst out with light, and with a powerful devouring power, it forcibly severed the connection between the folding fan and the Son of God and took it in.

Xiao Chen's face lit up with joy, and he secretly exclaimed, "Boss Fuxi is awesome."

This was not the first time he had seized someone's magic weapon on the battlefield.

As long as he can touch it, he can forcibly take it in regardless of whether a connection is established.

Regardless of whether it can be used or not, just confiscate it first.

"impossible!"

The Holy Son, who had calmed down, was stunned when he saw the folding fan disappearing.

Where is his fan?

His fan is not an ordinary fan, but a top-level defensive magic weapon.

It was given to him by his master for self-defense!

I have established a connection with him and can move according to his will. Otherwise, I would not have been summoned out by him in an instant and stood in front of me.

The result is... gone?

He tried to communicate with the folding fan, but was shocked to find that... there was no way of communicating at all.

The fan seemed to be infinitely far away from him, severing their connection.

Or in other words, the fan...is no longer in this world?

What a method this is!

"Are you looking for your fan? No need to look for it, it belongs to me."

Xiao Chen felt much better when he saw the Saint Son's expression.

Just now... he was also shocked.

He had almost no way to avoid that shot and almost ended up dead.

Not only the body cannot move, but even the soul cannot move.

Fortunately, he thought of the bone ring. His soul could not be used, but his thoughts could be used.

The moment the gun fell, he entered the bone ring and avoided the fatal blow.

Then, he appeared again in an instant, catching the Son of God off guard.

"Xiao Chen, where did you put my fan?"

The Holy Son stared at Xiao Chen and gritted his teeth.

"Want to know? Kneel down and call me 'Daddy' and I'll tell you."

After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he felt a little pain in his chest. He looked down and saw that his left chest was already stained with blood.

he got hurt.

That shot broke through his defense, piercing his clothes, skin and muscles.

If it was a little later, he would be seriously injured if not dead!

"I've changed my mind. Even if you kneel down and call me daddy, I won't let you off easily."

Xiao Chen looked at the red-stained clothes and his voice turned cold.

"court death!"

The Holy Son took out a porcelain bottle and poured the powder inside onto the wound.

"Xiao Chen, if you hadn't dodged just now, that shot would have been enough to take your life."

"You're talking nonsense. Why are you still hiding? Even if you didn't hide, that knife would have killed you."

Xiao Chen was in a bad mood. He thought of something and looked up at the golden circle in the air.

This thing is a good thing.

Throw it out during a fight to instantly freeze the opponent.

When masters fight, the blow can be fatal in an instant.

If you suddenly become unable to move, you will become like a fish on the chopping board.

"This thing is mine."

Xiao Chen had a flash of thought and jumped up.

As for whether he could erase the traces of the Son of God and whether he could take this circle for his own use, he didn't consider it at all.

Even if he can't do it, the old fortune teller can.

When the time comes, let the old fortune teller erase all traces of the Son of God, and this thing will belong to him.

The Holy Son was a little surprised when he saw that Xiao Chen did not come to kill him.

When he saw Xiao Chen heading towards the circle, he was startled for a moment, then he reacted and his expression changed slightly.

Could this guy be planning to take his Conferred God Circle?

If it was released before, he would definitely not care. After all, this magic weapon is his, how could others take it away?

But just now, his folding fan had been taken away by Xiao Chen using unknown means.

Then he couldn't be sure that Xiao Chen didn't have any tricks to take away his Circle of Deification!

"Certainly!"

The Holy Son shouted loudly, urging the circle to move, making a whistling sound.

I saw the circle in the air shaking continuously and becoming bigger.

Xiao Chen had suffered losses before, so he was naturally more careful and didn't let the glory fall on him.

He dodged the circle with a swaying movement, while at the same time pondering how he could get close to the circle and then put it into the bone ring.

"Here comes the gun!"

The Son of God spread out his right hand, and saw the spear that had just fallen to the ground, shining with light and flying back into his hand.

He held the gun and rushed towards Xiao Chen again.

Xiao Chen ignored the Holy Son and focused his attention on the circle.

He felt that he had to sort out this circle first.

Otherwise, when fighting, you have to devote some of your energy to paying attention to the circle to avoid being taken advantage of.

Some losses are enough to be suffered once.

"There is."

Suddenly, Xiao Chen had an idea.